Notes: Sorry this isn't much of a storry yet... hopefully it will be.
The
singer scowled at the ground as he pushed his way through the double
glass doors out of NG Studios and onto the streets of Tokyo. The nerve
some people had. It was almost like nobody knew who he was anymore. Not
that anybody had really known who he was before, but nobody seemed to
recognize him at face value even anymore. It was all that Sakuma
Ryuichi's fault. If it weren't for him, ASK would be at the top. Number
one in all of Japan, or maybe even the world, and Aizawa Taki: Best
Vocalist. It was SUPPOSED to happen. It was LAW.
The question
kept repeating itself in his mind, over and over again, mocking him.
'What's it like to hold the number three spot in Japan?' He couldn't
stand it, that's what it was like! They deserved better, ASK deserved
better, HE definitely deserved better. The only reason that Bad Luck
was where it was, was because Sakuma Ryuichi helped them. And why did
Nittle Grasper need to make a come back anyway? They were perfectly
fine in the grave. And what was up with that singer guy anyway? Sure he
knew who Sakuma Ryuichi was, and yeah the guy was pretty decent, but he
was also old, and possibly retarded as far as Taki was concerned. ASK
could have replaced the geezers just fine, but no... Sakuma had to ruin
it all, they were all out to personally piss him off. Everyone was
trying to ruin his life.
Taki was just beginning to enjoy his
moment of self pity when he felt his front right pocket start
vibrating. He was surprised at first, before registering that he had
shoved his cell phone in there earlier. Glancing at the screen, he
recognized the number to belong to his sixteen year old sister Kumiko.
Once he had pressed the answer button, Taki put the phone to his ear,
saying a word. If she didn't say anything in a few seconds he would
speak, though as usual, the teen wasted no time before beginning her
conversation.
He let her jabber on for a few moments about just
about everything from how she couldn't believe school would start soon,
to it being weird without him living at home, to just about every
little detail of the last month of her life before stopping her.
"Is there something you needed?"
He was usually much nicer to her, but after the day he had been having,
Taki had no desire to hear about the trivialities of anyone else.
"Hey Tachi," Kumiko asked, "What's wrong? You seem upset..."
"Upset? Hmm, do I really?" He replied sarcastically, as he pressed the
automatic locking device on his keys and opened the door. "Well, let's
see, my band mates are incompetent, my manager is too biased and scared
to give us a fair shot..."
"Scared?" She cut him off.
Fuming again, Taki peeled out of the parking garage. "Yeah Kumi,
scared. He knows we are the best band, he just doesn't want to deal
with the fact that he's too old for this shit now. So yeah, Today
sucks, my own manager is out to get me and SHIT!"
He dropped the
phone, as the car jolted to the right, grabbing the wheel. Once he
managed to get the car to stop, Taki turned it off and found the phone.
He put it to his ear, and jerked it away a little at the frantic
screams of his little sister.
"Kumiko," He said shakily, "Calm
down. Some asshole on a motorcycle just hit me. As if my day couldn't
get any worse! I gotta go."